Friend,
I want you to hear my voice - no, to hear my heart.
It is breaking.
Breaking for you, and for me.
If you know me even a little, you know that I love and follow Jesus Christ. If I know you even a little, I know that you haven't always been treated kindly by those claiming to . . .

My heart is breaking.
On one level, it is being torn apart by compassion for your story. I have seen your pain. I have heard your cries. I have wiped those tears.
And I've hurt.
You feel "heavy" and "tired." Life doesn't make sense.
Nothing makes sense.
Everywhere you look, . . .